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Gucci Mane - Money Machine (feat. Rick Ross) [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
CARLTON D MAYS JR.
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guwop
Guwop
Executive Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Kori Anders
Kori Anders
Mixing Engineer
Sean Paine
Sean Paine
Recording Engineer
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Da Honorable C.N.O.T.E.
Producer

Lyrics

Wop Money (Honorable C-Note) Florescent lamps in my crib Providing life for my seeds I'm a get money marine I sent coke in submarines Irrigation machines Hydraulic water machines My money counting machine sound like a sewing machine Cash machine on the dresser Machine gun with that compressor Dope presser machine and I'm re-rocking everything Claim I'm laundering money but where the washing machines? They know my trap house pump out quarters like a slot machine In a futuristic whip look like a time machine Old school dropped a lil one fine machine Making chips off coke and soda like a vending machine Dog food with the quinoa in my blending machine Sip so much Codeine and Sprite I need a soda machine So I can sit it next to my joint rolling machine And it's placed parallel to the Carbon 15 With the scope, monkey nuts, and the infrared beam The machine don't make the man, the man make the machine So many try to sabotage, can't stop the regime Call me 'Wop the puppet master, I'm just pulling the strings Screaming please don't look at me pappy like American me Take a tour with me down south, American G Tryna flood the dirty south, East Atlanta, and streets With this high grade uncut Colombian tea Yeah I got it for cheap but you ain't get it from me Got this high grade uncut Colombian tea Yeah I got it for cheap but you can't get it for free My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep Johan, you know this not how I like my money (?) Johan tell me, how much do you value your job? Johan - I value my job more than my life sir So you like it then? Thanks to you I'm very happy sir I'm expecting guests. I need for you to prepare recreational activities of a competitive nature. (Right). By the way, next time make sure my bills are prepared the right way. (My apologies sir) 8 figure niggas man, when I say boss I mean that, ya heard me? I'm so fuck what I sold My toilet seats solid gold You should see my new palace cause that bitch bigger than Lowe's I'm a 8 figure nigga, I run the check to the ceiling Since Gucci came home bitches back in they feelings I'm in Dubai on parole I Abu Dhabi my hoes If she fuck all the rappers, she say hip hop in her soul 100 grand in all twenties, they said that I couldn't 50 grand to my bitch just cause her ex was looking Red bottom boss, I call the yayo caucasian Choppers sleep on the couch ready for home invasions These pussies watching my snap, they know that I'm strapped On the road to the riches bitches I'm running my laps My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine, my money machine My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep My money machine, my money machine, my money machine Go beep-beep Wizop, beep
Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Radric Delantic Davis, Carlton Mays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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